(Verse 1)

Rise, oh soul, in purpose wrapped,  

A crown of worth no storm can snap—  

Holy flames ignite your name,  

Glorified in heaven’s frame.  

Every step, the earth applauds,  

Breath of stars beneath your flaws.  

You’re the hymn the cosmos sings:  

Divine blood runs through your kingly veins. 

 

(Chorus)

Worthy, holy, glorified—  

A king/queen with a golden tide.  

You can have it, you can be it,  

Priestly throne where grace sits deep.  

Break the chains, let your soul roar—  

Every dream knocks at your door.  

Life’s a script you revise—  

Anything is Possible… realize.

 

(Verse 2)

Doubt may hiss, a shadow’s lie,  

But you command the sun to rise.  

Scepter raised, the void retreats,  

Anointed hands turn dust to feasts.  

Walk the path where temples blaze,  

Kneel to none—yet serve always.  

Heaven’s pulse beats in your chest,  

Kingly work is your royal quest.

 

(Chorus)

Worthy, holy, glorified—  

A sovereign of the boundless tide.  

You can claim it, you can change it,  

Priestly fire, no limit staged.  

Wounds now badges, scars your creed—  

Miracles grow where you plant seeds.  

Life’s a storm you baptize—  

Anything is possible… realize.

 

(Bridge)

Serve with love, your sacred blade—  

Heal the world your hands have made.  

Priest-king rising, soul untamed,  

Throne and altar both ordained.  

Gold and incense, sweat and prayer,  

You’re the answer to despair.  

Every life your touch rewrites—

Kingly power is your holy right.

 

(Outro)

So wear your name: Celestial Spark,  

Architect of dawn and dark.  

No more questions, no disguise—  

You’re the Possible… realized.

 

 

(Lyrics © Peter Parthoens)